It seems like every review I read for this week's read for Lauren Graham's Someday, Someday, Maybe --is prefaced by the same caveat: I am a HUGE FAN of (insert one or all of the following: Lauren Graham, The Gilmore Girls, Lorelei Gilmore, Parenthood).
Full disclosure: this caveat applies to me. As I informed my agent when I was trying to see if I could interview Ms. Graham, I (a) own all seven seasons of The Gilmore Girls, (b) have seen every episode of Parenthood, and (c) have a girl crush on Lauren Graham. In short, as a kind fan wrote me once, I'm convinced we're already best friends, she just doesn't know it yet.
Surprisingly, then, my promises to my agent that none of the above would mean that I would act like a creepy stalker if I got to interview her were met with skepticism. But hey, we're both authors now, right? I can play it cool. So while I waited to see if her "people" (of course you have people, Lauren! I kind of have people too. You don't mind if I call you Lauren, right? Now that we're in the same club now and all?) I tried to formulate some killer questions that she would (a) not have been asked a million times and (b) signal that she had finally found that best friend she'd always been looking for. (No offence to my own best friend of course. I mean, I know we've been friends our whole lives, but it's Lauren Graham!)
And then I had this vision of me, Bridget Jones style, interviewing Colin Firth in the second Bridget Jones book, and it went something like this:
(Me) So, um, I'm a big fan by the way, just huge, I mean Gilmore Girls. Hello! Well, maybe not the last two seasons, but seasons 1-5? Perfection! Anyway, um, the book is about an actress in the 90s who's tall and beautiful and has unruly black hair and is struggling to make it in New York, and man, don't you hate it when people just assume that your main character is you?
And without even waiting for Lauren's pretend answer, I knew I wasn't going to get the interview, and that maybe that was a good thing. (OK, I still want the interview, and, if you're reading this, Lauren, I promise to behave and ask good questions. You are reading this, right? I mean, all writers read their reviews even when they say they don't, right, so ...)
Anywho: onto the review.
Someday, Someday, Maybe is about a struggling actress who has given herself six more months to make it in New York before she gives up and goes home to marry her high school sweetheart. Set in the 1990s, it's told quirkily, and sometimes quite funnily, through both regular prose and dialogue, and excerpts from answering machine messages and Filofax excerpts. While the plot follows a fairly predictable (forgive me, Lauren) trajectory, I was amused along the way. I even laughed out loud a few times, and there was one section in particular, about the tyranny of dry-cleaning, that I wished I'd written myself.
Graham has a good sense of characterization, and with the exception of one character -- her acting coach -- I didn't get the sense that she was telling a thinly veiled account of anyone's life, not even her own, who felt distinct from what I've seen of Graham through interviews etc. The book also ends on the perfect note to set up the next book that I understand she's already writing. In short, this is a book I would have read and enjoyed sans girl-crush.
So, bravo. And: Encore.